Burried in blankets
Crowded with pillows
Bed empty.
Dog nearly shoving me
Off to the floor
Bed empty.
Love in my heart
And growing each day
Bed empty.
Learning your eyes
And the joy in your face
Bed empty.
Gripping your existence
Tight to my chest
Bed empty.
My lips against yours
And my trust in your hands
Bed still empty.
Like a period to end each sentence
And announce the start of the next
Bed empty.
About the Creator
D351
trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps
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